>be me
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>high school teenager
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>life can be confusing at these times, but can’t really complain
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>have some friends over for dinner, since my parents aren’t gonna be home for 2 days
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>having a nice time, chatting about life while playing board games
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>neighbor that lives in the house across pulls over on what seems to be a children’s tricycle ; looks like shit
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>he’s holding a ridiculous suitcase and wearing a hat that looks like it came out of the 50s
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>friends ask me what’s wrong with the guy
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>explain to them his sad story; he was born with several mental problems, schizophrenia among others
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>guy is basically a new show everyday
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>maybe for today he thought he was just a regular employe
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>”Why is he running around freely, anon? What if he starts doing dangerous stuff?”
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>explain to them that he lives with his elderly parents, both too old to properly take care of themselves, let alone him…
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>besides, everyone in the neighborhood has gotten used to him, so we make a blind eye to his actions, since they’ve never been malicious so far
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>an hour passes by
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>time is flying since we’re having fun, but still making sure not to disturb anyone else
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>goodbois.png
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>I tell my best friend about this girl at school I have a crush on but am too shy to talk to
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>he’s slightly autistic and can easily be frightened by certain stressful scenarios, but still bright and interesting as a person
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>he laughs
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>”Don’t you know anon? She also has a crush on y-”
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>loud knocking on the door catches us all off guard
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>I go to open the door
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>It’s our unfortunate neighbor
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>”Will you turn that damn music off?! I’m trying to sleep after a hard day at work! I swear I’ll call the police! Freaking zoomers; that’s what you are. Always ruining everything!”
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>mfw we’re not even playing music
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>the entire block was actually completely quiet up until the moment he showed up and started shouting like a lunatic
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>can even see some foam forming under his mouth, ugh
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>”Ok, we’ll try to be more quiet, sorry.”
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>he leaves while still mumbling to himself
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>I didn’t know his episodes could get this extreme
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>my friends are a bit weirded out but soon enough everything returns to normality and we start eating some pizza
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>one of them tells us about his ambitious future plans with NASA
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>we joke around a bit with him for being the dreamer type, but it’s all in good sport
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>he’s smart, I’m sure he’s gonna make it someday
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>as we get ready to sleep the door busts open with an unprecedented force
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>everyone almost shits their pants
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>before even having time to realize what was going on see a gun aimed right at my head
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>it’s fucking SWAT
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>they have everyone pinned on the ground, screaming about how they received a bomb threat call and will not hesitate to shoot if we don’t comply or make sudden moves
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>my best friend is getting very stressed out; I’m afraid he’s gonna make some silly mistake
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>fear has numbed me down to the core; even though the SWAT guys are talking all I can hear is drowned out voices
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>during this moment a clear thought passes my mind
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>only that idiot from across the road could have done this
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>I try to open my mouth and explain the situation, but words won’t come out; My vocal cords feel completely powerless for some reason
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>My pupils dilate at the sight of my best friend quickly twitching and trying to stand up in a very jerky motion, accidentally pushing back the guy that was holding him down
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>It happens.
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>The sound shakes my eardrums like an earthquake.
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>His brain parts and all sorts of liquids stain the pavement instantly, in a weirdly symmetrical way.
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>Two seconds of absolute silence plague the night, right before a bone chilling scream resonates from somewhere.
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>It’s coming from… me.
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>I’m screaming.
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>What was once my dear friend is now a lifeless piece of flesh, splattered like a bug
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>They proceed to grab us forcefully and shove us into their vans, while some others take coomands to investigate the house
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>As the van starts driving away I take one last look toward the crazy neighbor’s house
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>His silhouette contrasts with the blinding yellow light emanating from his window
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>He’s smiling. He is… smiling. Smiling.